Think I got your dial tone
Think I got Billy Baxter's bone
Think I got a bubble-sac
I think I got a big mac attackHold the pickles, hold the lettuce
Special orders, don't upset us
All we ask is that you let us
Serve it your wayThere's too much paranoias
There's too much paranoias
My momma's afraid to tell me
The things she's afraid ofI been dipped in double meaning
I been stuck with static cling
Think I got a rupto-pac
I think I got a big mac attackHold the pickles, hold the lettuce
Special orders, don't upset us
All we ask is that you let us
Serve it your wayThere's too much paranoias
There's too much paranoias
My momma's afraid to tell me
The things she's afraid of
Songwriters
MOTHERSBAUGH, MARK ALLENPublished by
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